I am breathing, but not living.
I am not living, but surviving.
Surviving the everydayness.
The everyday mess.
Torn to pieces
which can't be connected.
I have everything I want,
but I have nothing.
Don't know others
and mainly don'tknow myself.
Things that I'm capable of doing.
Even the pills won't help me.
This isn't living.
Maybe it's just a nightmare.
I hope I'll wake up soon to a dream.
...A beautiful lie
that feels more real than the reality.
